There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
–The Passionate Shepherd to his love–Marlowe– (Always enjoyed this poem)
Well, maybe blogging at 2 am isn’t such a good idea after all. I had a terrible time going to sleep and then I had these weird dreams in which I was at a county fair searching for my best friend and couldn’t quite find them.
I think that they were there, at least I am pretty sure as I thought that I could hear their voice. And everywhere I turned I saw things that reminded me of them. It was a bit frustrating. Woke back up and threw on the iPod and this what I listened to.
“All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm”
The Boxer- Simon and Garfunkel